Anonymous
What happens when the puppet master dies?When there is no one else to pick up the strings.What becomes of us dear puppets?Now that nobody wants to play.As dust gathers upon our still frames,As termites, eat away at the forgotten stage,Will someone please take us away?We forgot what it was like to feel a sun’s ray.When our dear puppet master dies,Won’t you take his place,Just as he took the place of the one before him?Insp...